Tomorrow. Sunday. King of Days.
Each preceding day leads to the Apex of the week- the First and Greatest of days.
The same day of the week when God separated the darkness into night by creating day when He said:
“Let there be Light!”
This is the day where God set the order for all days to follow.
It gives the framework for the structure of life itself and brings rhythm-
into the null of the formless void.
This day- Sunday- is the day when darkness was finally and soundly defeated as the stone rolled away and the risen Christ stepped out from the tomb- alive with a life that is now entirely indestructible.
This day- Sunday- is the LORD's day- not ordinary like other days.
It is the day when those rescued from the dark and raging seas of self absorption
they are doing and join together to adore the One who willingly paid such an unbelievably high price to purchase their freedom.
For those who have so freely received such abundant, new life, it is such a small sacrifice-
to limit ourselves from all of the things which would otherwise
consume the minutes of this-
the best day of the week.
We look forward to lifting our voices together, however weary or dry-
in praise and adoration to the one who has given us living water
that flows out from our innermost being unto eternal life.
We eagerly desire to hear the word of Christ,
by which faith comes.
We hunger to feast at the table of the Lord, knowing that
His flesh is true bread, and His blood true drink.
We long to offer the incense of our prayers together to Him
as a sweet smelling fragrance before His throne.
More than the things of earth- we yearn
to be filled with the power of His Holy Spirit that we might walk not according to the
flesh but according to His Spirit, with a supernatural power
that is not our own.
We come together on the Lord's day as have the saints of all prior generations - all the way back to the start of the Church after the day of Pentecost when a mighty rushing wind filled the whole house where they were sitting and tongues of Holy Spirit fire came to rest on each one and they were filled with the Holy Spirit, and spoke in unlearned languages the wonders of God, empowered to be witnesses in Jerusalem, Judea, Samaria and the ends of the earth.
Yes, it is a small sacrifice to get up and go to church on Sunday morning-
to deny ourselves the time to do other things that might
or bring us more income-
or give us more sleep-
but we've already settled the fact in our minds that
this life is not really about what makes us comfortable.
It isn't about what is most convenient.
It's about using our moments
to honor the One who saved us-
and we love to do it.
Sunday is the best day of the week.
A day we wouldn't miss for the world.
Come join us!